THE WHISTLING HEART

I remember sitting beside you
looking at the two sparkling eyes
in the color of mystical blue
gazing at the flowery grass
.
It reminded me to the memories
written on every leaf
and to the clear sky speaks in silence
imagining the Lord’s gift
.
« The beautiful is covering the world, » I whispered
Then you started whistling a song
that will make every heart fly
and the birds will automatically sing along

.
Loving you
is like an artist…
As a Japanese writer said,
« An artist is the person who lives in the triangle
which remains after the angle
which we may call common sense
has been removed from this four-cornered world. » *)
.
Loving you
is like an abstract painting…
a painting with no particular pattern,
hard to understand,
but everyone can feel the soul amazingly
.
By loving you
I maybe misread the beautiful of this world
but I know I won’t wrong about one thing
The love for you that is given by Lord
will never know the word of ending
.
KANYA PUSPOKUSUMO
March 28, 2016